Steward, steward--oh, then, it's wishing you well I am for a steward.

Steward, I say;" and this she really did say, with an energy of voice and manner that startled more than one sleeper.

"Oh, you're coming at last, steward." "Ma'am," said a little dapper and dirty personage, in a blue jacket, with a greasy napkin negligently thrown over one arm "ex officio," "Ma'am, did you call ?" "Call, is it call?
No; but I'm roaring for you this half hour.

Come here.

Have you any of the cordial dhrops agin the sickness ?--you know what I mean." "Is it brandy, ma'am ?" "No, it isn't brandy;" "We have got gin, ma'am, and bottled porter--cider, ma'am, if you like." "Agh, no! sure I want the dhrops agin the sickness." "Don't know indeed, ma'am." "Ah, you stupid creature; maybe you're not the real steward.